Tonight I called for our Friday night pizza. Evan was by my side listening to the conversation and waiting to get "his" phone back.
"I would like to order a pizza".
"I would like a cheese bomb, everything crust with sausage, spinach and garlic".
"We are in Unit D". (Evan repeats me. "D", he says.)
"D" as in Dog". (Evan starts panting.)
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